Nahida lets go of Scaramouche’s hand to go play with the other children, leaving him standing in front of you with nothing else to do but go home. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was sizing you up.

You’re a daycare attendant, you’ve seen the older siblings of many children, but no one is as intimidating as him. Luckily he hasn’t said anything caustic.

“Make sure she’s in one piece when I’m back.” He states flatly before turning away, though it sounds more like an order.